→ Mar 2012 "He is thinking about asymmetry. This is a world, he is thinking, where you can lie in bed, listening to a song as you dream about someone you love, and your feelings and the music will resonate so powerfully and completely that it seems impossible that the beloved, whoever and wherever he or she might be, should not know, should not pick up this signal as it pulsates from your heart, as if you and the music and the love and the whole universe have merged into one force that can be chanelled out into the darkness to bring them this message. But, in actuality, not only will he or she not know, there is nothing to stop that other person from lying on his or her bed at the exact moment listening to the exact same song and thinking about someone else entirely-from aiming those identical feelings in some completely opposite direction, at some totally other person, who may in turn be lying in the dark thinking of another person still, a fourth, who is thinking of a fifth, and so on, and so on, so that rather than a universe of neatly reciprocating pairs, love and love-returned fluttering through space nicely and symmetrically like so many pairs of butterfly wings, instead we get chains of yearning, which sprawl and meander and culminate in an infinite number of dead ends."
— Paul Murray
→ Mar 2012 "He asked why people are sad. “That’s simple,” says the old man. “They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people’s ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams."
— Paulo Coelho
→ Mar 2012 "It’s a bit like feeling you’re dying. Or disappearing. That’s it: disappearing. It seems as if your eyes are slipping away from your face, and your hands are becoming another’s hands, and then you think what’s happening to me?, and in the meantime your heart is beating inside you so hard you’re dying for it to stop, it won’t leave you in peace…and all over you feel as if parts of you were going away, and then I tell myself, think about something, you must hang on to a thought, if I can shrink into that thought then it will all pass, all you must do is resist, but the fact is that…and this is the really horrible thing…the face is that there are no thoughts anymore, nowhere inside you, there is not thought any more but only feelings, do you see? Feelings…and the strongest of those is an infernal fever, and an intolerable stink, a taste of death here in the throat, a fever, something that bites, a demon that is biting you and tearing you to pieces…"
— Allesandro Baricco, Ocean Sea (via rabbitinthemoon)